"We are young and crasy. We are young and we need to be free to live and really explore ourselfs.

Happens that we fill the ears of music, letting the notes enter deep whithin us, that scream inside us confused and angry words, perhaps to stifle our more absurd thoughts and our worst fears.

we let the dreams of others become ours, wishing that the reality lives up to our expectations, maybe we're just too young, too insecure to be ourselves.But sometimes it happens by chance, in a summer night, with the smell of freedom stuck to the skin, eyes narrowed and mind fast-running, chasing ideas too big, maybe even too perfect, that we immerse ourselves in a reality in which are not permitted disappointments , in whicj to believe is the key, in which perhaps love is admitted.
We are young ad wild"